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You Silly Girl, Samantha!
I longed for a friend 
 A friend like you
 I thought you would treat me right
 Like in memories of the past
 Where you were the sunshine
 Shining light into my life
 Making it clear not dark
 
 We was so young back then
 we were only ten
 In long grass fields
 We chased each other
 Smiles on our faces
 So close like we were sisters
 
 In the middle of summer
 Juicy blackberrys
 Grew from bushes in the field
 They were so delicious 
 Fruity on our tongues
 We made blackcurrent juice from them
 
 We drank it from glasses
 It tasted cold and cool
 With ice added to it
 under the heat of the fireball
 That would sizzle and burn us from the sky
 We made more
 Our glasses filled of blackcurrent juice
 Buzzed our taste buds
 Made us more closer
 I thought nothing could make us grow apart
 
 Back at my face
 You throw it
 Now that we are older now
 You never wanted to talk to me again
 All you cared about was men
 Like your growing up,
 To become your mental mother
 Who took every guy she could see
 So foolish of my dad
 She even took him
 Just mad about men, she was
 
 I'm nothing to you now
 And all that you threw away
 The memories, the best moments and our friendship
 
 You came running back
 One day and for weeks
 Fed up of kissing boys cheeks
 Dirty trash out of your mouth
 To persuade a boy to open his fly
 What I think?
 Is good bye
 You are wicked whore (sorry about the language I have used)
 And now you say you miss me
 No way am I going to have you back
 After all that you used me for
 
 An ignorant snob
 Is that what I am?
 For walking away from you
 You pile of trash
 You silly girl, Samantha!
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Wow. I personally have never been in a situation like this, but I can tell you that it is great. It lays out raw emotion, and that's exactly what makes a poem meaningful. Five stars for you.
[and thank you for your comment, I always return the favour ;)]